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Disapproving silence
Glances filled with hate
Looking at me down their nose
As though I should be ashamed
So I change
Whispered disapproval
Behind my back they hate
Silence when I turn around
As though I couldn't hear the blame
So I change
Obvious disapproval
No attempt to hide the hate
Freak is what they call me
In my face they spit the name
So I change
Now they ask me why
Why I won't just be myself
As though they didn't cause this
By making life hell
That is why I changed
Don't you dare tell me
To be genuinely me
If you couldn't accept who I was
When I was truly free
Before I changed
Glances filled with hate
Looking at me down their nose
As though I should be ashamed
So I change
Whispered disapproval
Behind my back they hate
Silence when I turn around
As though I couldn't hear the blame
So I change
Obvious disapproval
No attempt to hide the hate
Freak is what they call me
In my face they spit the name
So I change
Now they ask me why
Why I won't just be myself
As though they didn't cause this
By making life hell
That is why I changed
Don't you dare tell me
To be genuinely me
If you couldn't accept who I was
When I was truly free
Before I changed
Literature
Untitled
I guess we're all alone in our minds
Alone in our hearts, in our
Hidden sufferings and cesspool of
Pain and confusion and longing
I wish I know what I'm doing this for
What im inflicting these on us for
it hurts to know that you won't know me
and i won't be there for you anymore
I'm sorry
and I don't think my sorry is enough
Literature
Untitled
Muse
Nevermind
the small spider
in the corner.
It only sings
the Midwestern
blues anyway.
previously published @ Dressing Room Poetry Journal
Literature
Untitled
The midnight falls upon
The city, like a blanket
Of black & blue.
And to lift this strangeness
And coldness, I think quietly
Of you.
The warmer days of your smile,
The breath's ocean currents,
The kisses that came as
Fires, so lovely and strange
& sudden!
The nights of the stormy
Planets, when the atmosphere
Felt dense as an oven's,
Because we were together,
Flaming, foolishly loving!
And now we're physically
Separated, and maybe it is right,
But I still think of you
When the blanket, falls
In the form of the midnight.
(4/04/2015).
Y. Syskov.
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Excellent subject matter. I feel your pain.